Cleo Rocos: 'I'd entertain light surgery if the time was right. I wouldn't mind little darts around the face.' Photograph: Getty Images

I see red hair, lipstick and lashes. I do my hair as if it is being blown in a convertible winging its way around Monte Carlo, and every day I dress as if it's the first day of my holiday.

My mother is English and my father was Greek. I am most like my mother, who never leaves the house without makeup and is always groomed. I sleep with sunglasses and lipstick by my bed in case of a fire. On two occasions when I have been filming, the hotel caught fire. I was able to put on my lipstick and sunglasses and bellow out the window: "Fireman, make an effort for those who've made an effort."

I'm not somebody who goes to the gym or sweats – too unpleasant – but I do seven minutes of exercise as many times a week as I can. I do 50 to 100 sit-ups, leg lifts and clenching exercises to keep things compact. I've never been a terribly slim person – I'm a UK size 10 or 12, depending on the top. So that's where I aim to keep myself and, if I put on weight, I just don't eat for a couple of days.

I'd never entertain Botox or fillers, because I know so many people who, in a certain light, look like a badly paved road. And Homer Simpson lips don't look good – they look dumb. But I'd entertain light surgery if the time was right. I wouldn't mind little darts around the face.

I am a happy person and I think laughter's the best way to keep young. You never see somebody laughing and think, "Oh, they look old."